This is what I would like to call a Love Mass (or an "amoeba"). Please ignore the pairing labels. In this story, no one will fall for who they should. What happens when everyone's life is shrouded in unmistakable lust, and even possible true love? You won't truly know until the end. This story is too controlled by estrogen, testosterone, and the good old swing-yness of teenage crushes. Bad summary. Much better than it sounds.

"Oh, well then, I promise not to fall in love with you, Regulus Black."

The first war was spinning in a whirl around these two old friends. They knew each other through and through, until the glass that connected them, the glass that they saw each other in, fogged up. Such an unexpected twist from her in a war they knew that they wouldn't survive. And because of her, he did something that would change the course of the second war.

Banter Battles. Ah, the beautiful explosion of witty exclamations that certainly grate on your opponent's nerves. These two opponents dwell within and explore the realm of Insults to the highest degree possible. Who knew that they'd delve into more realms than that one? Between indifference, love, hate, and jealousy, what will teenage wiles lead Sirius Black and Elle Camberlin to do?

Happy Endings. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't. This is bitter. It is not bittersweet- not even close. Now that Voldemort is gone, Love is the new problem. Forget about Voldemort trying to kill the Trio. Love is trying to do something worse- break their hearts.

This was going to be spectacular.How did we end up this way?Just remember: when this comes back to bite you in the ass, you're the one who's walking away, not me.Can you forgive me?Always.
Remus, the quiet, studious student. Is, the sarcastic, spontaneous spazz. No one thought that they would've gotten together. And when they were together, no one thought they would ever separate. Being wrong never felt so bad.